Friends: Part 1

Thursdays are weird for me. Right in the middle of the day I've got three hours of squat diddly to do. This time is usually spent around town with friends. We go to this little park by the boulangerie/pâtisserie. I was asked to bring my guitar along today, so I did.

As did a friend of mine. It was a really great time and we had a lot of fun. Pierre and I actually sounded pretty damn good, too. We should start a band.

That's Louise and Margaux (Now known as Morgan because she likes the American version of the name better.) They were pretty much my first friends here (I had to sit next to a girl named Juliette in English class, which doesn't count.), and they themselves are pretty proud that they got to the American before anone else did. Word got around, apparently. They told me that before I even came here people had looked me up on Facebook and sent requests. Even now I come home to find new people asking to be my online friend.

I could probebly spend forever talking about each one of my friends and the people here and how bloody helpful they were and blabbity blabbity blah. I'll make it short.

The kids here really are just like the kids in America.